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Zeva

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Zevania “Zeva” Aryth ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

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Appearance

Height:

5’6”

Build:

Lithe and toned

Hair Color:

Pearly platinum

Hair Length

Hair reaches past waist when down

Eye Color:

Blueish gray with some pink/hazel pigment

Skin Tone:

Warm and light-toned

Distinguishing features:

In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Fighting
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals

Dislikes:

⋆ Studying
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice

Fears:

⋆ Losing her family and friends
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Being too loud without noticing
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.

Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.

While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.

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Background

Occupation

Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree

Living Immediate Family Members:

Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Birth Father
Birth Mother (Presumed)

Current Companions:

Arlen Vanwye - Friends

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.

History:

Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.

The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.

“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.

Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.

To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.

Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.

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Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:

⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):

⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship.
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.

Abilities

Light Elves

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school.
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years

Best Abilities:

Dual daggers and hand-to-hand combat.

Zeva's stats

Zeva’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Weapon Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Avalia

Zeva

art by me c:

Zevania “Zeva” Aryth ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

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Appearance

Height:

5’6”

Build:

Lithe and toned

Hair Color:

Pearly platinum

Hair Length

Hair reaches past waist when down

Eye Color:

Blueish gray with some pink/hazel pigment

Skin Tone:

Warm and light-toned

Distinguishing features:

In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.

---

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Fighting
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals

Dislikes:

⋆ Studying
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice

Fears:

⋆ Losing her family and friends
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Being too loud without noticing
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.

Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.

While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.

---

Background

Occupation

Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree

Living Immediate Family Members:

Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Birth Father
Birth Mother (Presumed)

Current Companions:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.

History:

Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.

The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.

“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.

Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.

To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.

Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.

---

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:

⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):

⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship.
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.

Abilities

Light Elves

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school.
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years

Best Abilities:

Dual daggers and hand-to-hand combat.

Zeva's stats

Zeva’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Weapon Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Zeva

art by me c:

Zevania “Zeva” Aryth ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance Height: 5’6” Build: Lithe and toned Hair Color: Pearly platinum Hair Length Hair reaches past waist when down Eye Color: Blueish gray with some pink/hazel pigment Skin Tone: Warm and light-toned Distinguishing features: In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.

---

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Fighting
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals

Dislikes:

⋆ Studying
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice

Fears:

⋆ Losing her family and friends
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Being too loud without noticing
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.

Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.

While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.

---

Background

Occupation

Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree

Living Immediate Family Members:

Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Birth Father
Birth Mother (Presumed)

Current Companions:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.

History:

Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.

The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.

“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.

Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.

To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.

Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.

---

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:

⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):

⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship.
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.

Abilities

Light Elves

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school.
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years

Best Abilities:

Dual daggers and hand-to-hand combat.

test

zeva

Avalia

Hi everyone! I've been eyeing this RP for the years I've seen it running now and since it just restarted, I wonder if there's any space to join? I see it's listed as full so just peeking in if there's some flexibility. No worries if not, let me know :)

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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The feeling of her metal weapon scraping against the Void’s inky flesh was a pleasant one. The momentum of her swing slowed as it sunk into its form, and alongside it, time, as if graciously giving Astrelle a moment to relish in the satisfaction of wounding her enemy. It wouldn’t even be a second later that Astrelle would find herself its hostage, soaring through the air in its clutches.

Though this particular situation was a much ruder awakening of imminent death than the airship had been, Astrelle’s panic was quickly replaced with resignation. The typical cycle of anxieties had already run through her mind, but she came to accept that her arms were tied, both figuratively and literally, and there was little she could do aside from wait for rescue. Her screams of terror quieted upon this realization, and the barking of her teammates below had faded into murmurs in the distance. She felt strangely calm, maybe as a symptom of her own powerlessness.

Confronted with death, she couldn’t help thinking how flying through the air with the spring wind in her hair would have almost been romantic in another circumstance. Maybe she wouldn't have hated this situation so much if the Void wasn't such an ugly bastard. She did have one regret if anything, that she couldn’t be the one to take the Void down with her if she were to die today.

“Nicole?!”

Astrelle’s bleak train of thought had been disrupted with the sudden appearance of her roommate’s sparkling form. She cleaved through the Void’s wretched grasp, freeing Astrelle to plummet into the cityscape below. Her arms frantically searched for Nicole’s, her only viable safety net in mid-air, only to see the shrinking form of the Void fling her roommate off to the distance.

“NICOLE!”

Before her mind found a new pool of emotion to submerge into, her body collided into Dana’s arms, into safety. The collision knocked the breath out of her lungs, but she was grateful she managed to escape the whole predicament. “Thanks,” Astrelle managed to say weakly, before Dana rushed back into action. She followed the direction Dana ran off too, relieved to see that Penny had performed a similar rescue for Nicole.

Dana continued her attack, firing a huge beam of light at the Void. A firework display of black ooze erupted from where the light hit, propelled with the momentum of Nicole’s sharp gust. Astrelle's boisterous laughter filled the air in reaction to the macabre spectacle—it was the best thing she had seen all week, and seeing the Void pieces dissipate into the air right after was rather disappointing. She would've preferred seeing the fleshy ooze splatter on some concrete.

Astrelle approached the others in slow steps, still sore from Void’s tight grasp. “This certainly beats those dumb cartoons,” Astrelle rolled her eyes, though followed it up with a slight smile, “but I’ll give them credit for fueling your creativity.”

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Penny’s bout with the Voids went as smoothly as the other girls’ turns; with time, each of her opponents were equally melted into black goo. However, the loud thud of Penny’s body smashing against a wall snapped Astrelle out of her momentary calm while she was observing from the battleground’s perch. She hardly had time to notice a much more menacing Void take form in the arena, and before long, the many staff on duty had already begun shouting orders like they had done on the airship days ago.

Astrelle could feel the warmth and color drain from her face as her eyes laid upon the beastly monster that inched closer to her fellow Ars Magi. She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands so tightly her nails left imprints on her palms. Despite her frustration of being pulled back to fight once again, she didn’t hesitate to transform a second time. It would be her best chance of survival anyway. The wisps of shadows enveloped her body, and appeared to pull her into the shadows with how eagerly Astrelle activated her ability to hide within them.

For the next little while, she observed the actions of her colleagues—they had a pattern of being quick on their feet, as expected. Penny made a swift recovery and subsequent counterattack despite having been catapulted by the Void’s swing, and was quickly followed by Dana. Nicole’s entrance was as flashy as ever, but it seemed to do the trick of catching the Void’s attention, which was all Astrelle needed. As Nicole swung at the neck of the monster, Astrelle seized the opportunity to jump from the Void’s own shadow and slashed her scythe at its torso.

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Astrelle let the hum of conversation fade in and out of her mind. It was more babbling about those TV shows Penny and Dana liked so much, so there wasn’t much for her to contribute. Not like she was allowed to watch a lot of TV as a kid either. At some point, Penny acknowledged her arrival, to which Astrelle merely responded with a subtle nod.

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There was a morbid familiarity with being half bedridden for a few days after the procedure, and in a way, it was the most comfortable that Astrelle had felt since her arrival at the school. She could find peace in the comforts of her bedding, something that had always provided her solace in her past. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped at its softness in the bouts of pain that radiated from the foreign lump in her chest. Despite the pain, nausea, and dizziness, it had some success in taking the edge off of the recently acquired airship trauma, and gave her time to adjust to the new environment. As much as she hated to admit it, she had the most difficulty adapting to Nova Lux compared to the other starry-eyed girls—she had been discarded here, not by choice. All these events left Astrelle simmering in a sense of powerlessness, a feeling she hated with the entirety of her being. Though, after some time and rest, it became easier to accept.

Astrelle was thankful Nicole was quiet for most of their recovery—not that she was in good shape to talk much either. There was almost some kind of camaraderie between them as they took turns hovering over the toilet, just in case, in their nauseous delirium. Nicole’s presence with their shared misery was not all that bad.

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Astrelle couldn’t quite grasp her emotions on the day of their first exercise as Ars Magi. She could feel something tremor within her, a cocktail of anticipation, nervousness, and excitement. In general, it was obvious that her mood had improved since the last time the girls had seen Astrelle, her usual half-smile painted on her lips. She was finally starting to act as she had before, which might have come to a surprise to others who have only seen her moodier days. Nevertheless, Astrelle was eager to ride the high of gaining more power once transformed.

A few girls took their turns before her. The materialization of the Void monster held less of an impact the second time, and Astrelle was relieved that she responded alright to its image. There was some lingering fear, but the greater part of herself itched to plunge a blade in the monster’s inky form, as if it would kill previous humiliation. As she watched her companions destroy Void after Void before her, the more her anticipation grew. Her limbs tingled with the built up adrenaline.

Then, it was Astrelle’s turn in the pit. The announcements trickled in.

“Now lowering diffusion level. Nox levels rising.”

Her hand pressed against the jewel in her chest.

“Nox levels still rising.”

The black mist rolled into the street from the alleys, gathering in a single spot a few meters in front of Astrelle. The fog thickened and rose, becoming more opaque and viscous, like honey.

Astrelle’s vision was pinned onto those hazy, shifting forms. Her static-filled brain could focus on little else. But slowly, the wisps of smoke and dripping ooze melted together into humanoid shapes, and suddenly, everything was clear. The static was replaced by a second of calm. In that fleeting moment, a strength coursed through Astrelle’s body, radiating from the center of her chest. Ribbons of shadow emerged from the gem, wrapping Astrelle in a sticky darkness not unlike that which formed the Voids. The way her new uniform hugged her body felt as if she had been born with it, and the weapon that materialized in her grasp, extending in a long arked blade above her head, felt as natural to her as a second dominant hand. The black metal glowed with some kind of ambiance, with smoky tendrils of darkness that trailed behind the movement of the blade. The uncanny familiarity of her gladius was jarring, but the incoming Voids didn’t allow Astrelle to be lost in her thoughts for long.

Parma

One, two.

She leaped back reactively, and sunk into the shadows on the second step. It was a blessing her spectators could not see the grin that stretched from ear to ear on Astrelle’s face, drunk on the eruption of vitality that ignited her veins. This time, things were going to be different. She had power. A weapon. No, she was going to ensure that it would be different this time. Her grip tightened around her scythe, Oblivion, and she eradicated what fear still remained in her bones.

A soft, manic laughter echoed from the shadows as Astrelle maneuvered within, around the inky enemies. They followed the sound of her voice, changing directions as Astrelle shifted from one shadow to another. After she had enough fun confusing the beasts, Astrelle propelled herself from the shadow, right at the feet of one of the Voids, her blade raised above her head. The momentum that lifted Astrelle and Oblivion from the abyss cleaved the being right up the middle.

“One down. Two to go.”

The remaining Voids rushed at Astrelle, now that she had emerged from her hiding place. Astrelle hoisted the bar of her scythe above her head to block their downward swings. The weight of their arms hit the rod with a thud, forcing a pressure that made Astrelle’s arms buckle underneath.

“FUCK!” Fear crept back into her heart, but she didn’t let it paralyze her. She mustered up the strength to twist her body and swing their attacks to the side, before sinking back into the shadows, into safety.

She took a deep breath. She could do this. She was sure.

Once the Voids had their backs turned on her, Astrelle resurfaced from the cobblestone with the silence of a summer wind. She ejected herself into the night, and readied her scythe. With a strong spin of her arms and torso, Oblivion’s blade sheared through the Voids’ forms, and their bodies disintegrated into the atmosphere in sandy wisps.

Like a puppet with cut strings, Astrelle’s body slumped onto the stone path. It’s done.

Nova Lux: A Magical Girl Game

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Once Nicole was finished with her shower, it felt like it took a monumental effort to lift her spent body from the bed it laid on, despite its uncomfortable, rigid composition. Astrelle swiftly proceeded to the bathroom without exchanging more meaningless small talk with her new roommate. At the very least, Astrelle paid attention to Nicole’s warning and very carefully fiddled with the cold faucet.

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There were a handful of hours of peace before the blaring trumpets of Nova Lux sounded to callously steal them away. Astrelle clinged on to the fleeing remnants of sleep, slow to rise from her fluffy grey duvet. The sunlight that streamed into the room from a window between the girls lifted the drowsy weight on her eyelids, and with a brief passing of time, Astrelle found herself regrettably wide awake. If she had a choice in the matter, she’d sleep for as long as possible to avoid what was to come.

The uniforms that the school provided were the same blue and gold as all of their furniture. With it on, Astrelle felt like another piece of decor in the room. She put on a pair of sheer black tights underneath the uniform’s skirt to add some degree of familiarity. It felt more comfortable to have something black on; the blue and gold of Imperium’s brand were far too loud for Astrelle’s tastes. After putting on a light layer of makeup, Astrelle followed the directions from the staff and proceeded towards the auditorium behind everyone else.

For the most part, Astrelle dissociated from the day’s events. The morning assembly was nothing unexpected, a typical address to the students by staff. As the staff rambled on, Astrelle preoccupied her mind with something or other, thinking frequently about her life in Valentia. It was hard not to feel disappointment with her current situation. Her normal luxuries were out of reach, even if she was thrown in here with a sizable amount of funds. Her future was uncertain, and that left Astrelle with an uneasy feeling. Shock from yesterday’s events lingered and it still seemed likely that she could die at any point. If that were the case, Astrelle figured breaking more rules would be the fun way to go.

The clinical examinations and tests were by far the least pleasant parts of the day. It wasn’t something Astrelle would have consented to if it were not part of the Ars Magi process. Her anger built, directed towards her parents for putting her here in the first place. They likely wouldn’t contact her unless necessary, so her anger didn’t have anywhere to go, it simply muddied her mood. Even the slight smile that Astrelle usually donned was wiped by dinner time, replaced by a cold scowl.

Penny brought up an interesting hypothetical situation. Astrelle’s opinion on the matter differed from the others’, of course, she would love to find that she couldn’t be an Ars Magi after all, but she wasn’t too keen on returning to her parents’ home, disappointing them once again. Her mouth remained shut, however. She wasn’t in much of a mood to talk, and focused on stabbing the leaves on her plate with her fork.

Ember Grove - Reboot

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Time: Evening
Location: Alexei's
Interaction with: Eli @Helo, Finn @Milkman, Ylva @13org

Finn’s mention of New York piqued Vivian’s interest. Back when she was still working and living in hostels, Vivian wouldn’t have imagined making enough money to travel around the country to various cities. As a kid she mostly moved from military town to military town. But after a few pool tourney wins and savings from her bartending job, she managed to move up to NYC for a short while. The tips there were certainly nice, but she didn’t like the cold so much.

“Who would’ve thought a New Yorker would find their way in a small town like this. I loved New York though, good tips, great nightlife.”

The advantages of working in a small town were laid out clearly as Eli explained Finn’s terms of employment. It was apparent there was more leeway when it came to laws and regulations, and that worked out better in Vivian’s favour too. The issue was wrapped up in a jiffy, and before Vivian put in another word, Finn was set to start working the next day.

“Welcome to the team Finn Cooper!” Vivian addressed her new co-worker with a smile. “Beat up some assholes for me-” she paused, “-and hopefully no more furniture as collateral damage.”

Vivian’s eyes glanced at the row of drink orders that have been rolling in, left in a line on the ticket rack by Jimmy, the new server. It seemed like there wouldn’t be much more time for chit-chat, which was unfortunate with this lively bunch.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the drinks,” Vivian replied with a grin as she reached out to accept Ylva’s payment. She made a few quick taps on their POS machine and calculated the appropriate change for the Scandinavian patron. “Let me know if you want me to start a tab too.”

Begrudgingly, Vivian then turned her attention to the piling line of drink orders. She grabbed a tall glass and a bottle of vodka to get started with the first order, a screwdriver. In mid-pour of orange juice, she turned towards Elias with a sly smile. “I’m going to try to get through as many of these orders before my break in ten minutes, then it’s all yours.”